Canings and Such Fun!

I got my first caning last night. I am all proud and glowing about it still. A very nice lady took off my skirt, bent me over her bench, and taught me what canes do. I didn't get a warm-up because there just didn't seem a good time for one. And that was OK. The cane in this context was about sensation play but my interest in canes broadly has to do with punishment and control, so the fierce and direct pain of a cane on un-warmed skin seems appropriate. The lady who was teaching me about canes was very, very good at it. She left criss-crossed welts on my ass and my thighs. Precision caning! Then she stood me up and gave me a hug and told me turn around and there were A LOT OF PEOPLE standing around watching us and I almost got shy. They all clapped though. And she told me not to put my skirt back on because she wanted people to see my marks, so I wandered around for the rest of the night in my knickers and stockings and shirt.

I also was single-tailed, but not for nearly long enough. And I played with a violet wand, which was so awesome! Like canes, I have seen violet wands used in the past but have never had an opportunity to enquire about them. They are even more fun than they look. The lady who was showing off that toy put the fine-pointed rake attachment on and drew lines on my arms with electricity. It felt amazing. I have to buy one of those sets. It is such a crazy-intense-unpredictable feeling, but not painful as such. You could torment someone with that for hours.

I came home and played with my camera afterwards, especially with the timer function so I could record the criss-cross welts on my backside. So now I have lots of pictures on my hard drive of my ass and my new (black satin with a red cherry bow!) knickers. Hurrah!